The Fargo Kantrowitz'z Literary Campsite

The Fargo Kantrowitz’z Literary Campsite

Welcome to the very first Fargo Kantrowitz’z Literary Campsite. This used to be a radio show in Santa Barbara when I lived out there among the barbarians. What I did there was simply read my novel on Monday afternoons to kids in the dorms who weren’t listening anyway. It was a practice radio stations that went into the dorms only. This way the rest of the world was spared the novices who might say things that nobody wanted hear anyway. It was a great excercise in mental masturbation. This is something I have found that I am quite adept at.
When I got tired of reading I would simply talk to the kids. I have no proof that I ever had a single listener. I never received a single phone call or a single comment from anybody at the station where I worked. I was live dead air. I think that is about par for your average writer anyway so I am not ashamed. All I can say is that is where the literary campsite was born and now it lives on in written form. It has a life of its own, tentacles stretching out across all boundaries that would keep it down, simply because it has this: the word “literary” in it’s title. Anytime you use words you enter the realm of the literary. I don’t care if you think that this word should be reserved for only the greats. I don’t buy this because so many people want to be great themselves that they will never allow others to be great and therefore nobody at all gets heard. Here at the literary campsite I am here to proclaim the liberation of the “word”.
Let’s start with A. Abacus: a counting machine. Abcess: a bleeding wound. Absent: not present…